Alex BCN, Nikelaos
The dawn light filtered through the blinds painted Nikelaos's freshly woken body gold as he made coffee. Alex watched from the doorway as his back muscles danced to the rhythm of the spoon against the porcelain, his low waist barely contained by the elastic of a pair of white boxers. "Your honey is cold," he murmured, leaning closer, chest against shoulder, fingers circling the other's cock to test its hardness. The warning was suspended when Nikelaos slowly turned, his temples touching his nose. The first kiss tasted of cinnamon. Inside, the aroma of burnt coffee mingled with muffled gasps, as two men rediscovered the pleasure of slowly savoring the day.
La madrugada filtrada por las persianas pintaba dorado el cuerpo recien amanecido de Nikelaos mientras preparaba cafe. Alex observo desde la puerta como los musculos de su espalda danzaban al ritmo de la cuchara contra la porcelana, la cintura baja apenas contenida por el elastico de un boxer blanco. "Tu miel esta fria", murmuro acercandose, pecho contra hombro, dedos rodeando la polla ajena para probar la dureza. La advertencia quedo suspendida cuando Nikelaos giro lentamente, sien rozando la nariz. El primer beso supo a canela. Dentro, el aroma a cafe quemado se mezclaba con jadeos ahogados, mientras dos hombres redescubrian el placer de saborear el dia lentamente.
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